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“We all need friends, Kennedy.” I lift my eyes to hers, hating that my vision blurs from welling tears. Jenny reaches for a pen and scribbles something on a napkin before handing it to me. “Here’s my number. If you decide you want to look at the apartment, gimme a call.” She shrugs. “And if you don’t, no worries.”
“I, um… okay.”
“And Kennedy?”
“Yeah?”
“Feel free to call me if you just want to talk or hang out or whatever. I’m free most days since the bar doesn’t open until five.”
I stare at her. “Why? Why are you being so nice?”
“Like I said, we all need friends.”
With that, she turns to take care of other customers, leaving me to digest the very odd interaction we had.
Was it odd? Or do you just not know how to recognize normal?
I shove the napkin with her number on it in my purse and give one last glance to the almost full beer sitting on the bar. I’m not that crazy about beer, but when she asked me what I wanted to drink, I froze. I seriously need to figure out what I like.
And in a bar, with people staring at you, probably isn’t the best place to do that.
My line of thinking has me darting my eyes toward the center of the bar, but the man I noticed earlier is gone. I’d been so tuned into my conversation with Jenny that I hadn’t noticed him leave.
Guess he wasn’t looking at me after all.
Chapter5
Dip
“Where the fuck did you go?”
I flick my lighter and when the flame dances to life, I touch it to the end of the joint between my lips. When the paper and weed catch, I inhale deeply and hold in the smoke until my head starts to spin from lack of oxygen.
“Dip, brother, where are you?”
Blowing out a puff of smoke, I roll my eyes. “Dude, I’m in the city. Chill the fuck out.”
“What the hell are you doing in Denver?” my brother demands.
I was staring at my future ol’ lady until your dumb ass called.
Fuck, I don’t even know the bitch’s name, but that doesn’t seem to matter a wit to my brain… or my heart or soul or cock.
“I just needed some air,” I lie. “So I took a ride.”
“And ended up in Denver?”
“Jesus, what’s with the twenty questions?” I snap.
“Minnie’s been looking for you.”
“She doesn’t quit, does she?”
“Nope,” Carnie says with a chuckle. “And she won’t until she’s riding on the back of one of our bikes instead of our dicks.”
“Look, tell her I’m not interested,” I demand. “I already told her that but apparently, it bears repeating. Crazy bitch.”
“I’ll tell her, but I don’t think it’ll sink in.”
